Ash cracked open the door with the blanket hooded over his head and his eyelids lowered, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose for good measure.
"You look awful," Brock said simply, holding out a bag of warm food, "Here, hope this makes you feel better."
"Thanks, Brock," Ash groaned, "Call you when I'm feeling better."
He let the door shut with a click and the blanket drop to the floor.
"He'd go zubat at us for keeping this from him," Misty smirked at him from the bed and welcomed him back with a soft kiss.